Chapter 7

Landry’s POV

“Your injuries could be fatal if left untreated,” Landry says, narrowing his eyes at her.

“It doesn’t matter,” she murmurs, closing her eyes again. “A doctor can’t help me. It would be useless.”

To Landry, she wasn’t making any sense. He saw tears escaping her closed eyelids; she kept her grip on his arm, though it was weak. He had never seen Bernice look so helpless and weak before. This wasn’t the same comrade he has come to know and fought alongside for all those years. She was just a simple Omega, weak and fragile.

And injured.

He sighed, annoyed with her stubbornness.

“Okay,” he finally says after a pause. “No doctors. But at least let me take a look at it.”

She says nothing as she remained lifeless on the table. The only indication of life was the movements of her chest with each breath she took.

He decides to take her to his palace where he could safely examine her without interruption. He doesn’t want to put her uniform on over such wounds, nor would it fit without extreme pain, but he doesn’t wish her body to be seen by anyone else.

So, he covered her with a blanket he found in the corner of the conference room and picks her up in his strong arms. He will carry her quickly to his palace, not letting anyone see whom he is carrying.

She doesn’t wish to be seen either, it’s clear from the way she buries her face in his chest. It made Landry feel smug to have her so dependent on him, to have such control over her. It makes him burn with excitement.

He ran from the conference room to the palace, his wolf stamina making the journey easy and fast. He passed palace guards, heedless of the whispers that follow him as he carries what is clearly a she-wolf into his personal home. He knew of the gossip that would erupt around the palace as soon as he was out of sight. But he didn’t care. His main concern was getting Bernice inside so he can look at her wounds.

He goes straight for a bedroom and sets Bernice down on the bed. He already missed the feeling of her in his arms. But he couldn’t dwell on it for long; he noticed small beads of sweat forming on her forehead and wiggling uncomfortably on the bed. The sheets were bothering the wound on her back.

Landry rolled her slightly, so her wound was no longer touching the bed and facing him. It was a deep red, but some areas were turning a light blue as it was bruising.

Stupid girl. He thought to himself. How could she not get this looked at sooner?

“Your wound needs to be tended to and bandaged. If you refuse to be seen by a doctor, I will have to do it myself.”

He waited a moment for her reply; though he hoped she would still refuse the doctor – he wanted to be the only one to see her like this, to put his hands on her naked body. She remained silent, laying still and limp on the bed, eyes closed.

“If you don’t say otherwise, I will take it as consent.”

She still says nothing, the silence stretches on until Landry breaks it, deciding for her. He was glad to have her to himself at that moment; she now belonged to him.

He grabbed water and a washcloth and began to clean her wound, being sure to touch every inch of her body as he does. She winced as the warm cloth touches her infected wound, a small whimper of dissatisfaction escaping her lips. but then her body relaxes.

He was able to get a good look at her paling features. Her lips were still as red and plump as it was when he fucked her. They reminded Landry of a couple of rose petals layered with morning dew, waiting for him to claim them.

He does just that.

He can’t help but lean down and press his lips passionately against hers.

“Please… don’t…” she murmured against his lips. “I can’t take any more of it…” He bites onto her swollen bottom lip, sucking on it and gripping it tightly between his teeth before he pulls away.

She was too weak to push him away and Landry was glad for that.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t like it,” he says in return with a grin as he continued to clean her wound. She says nothing in return to that which was the confirmation Landry needed. “You enjoy me touching you… don’t you?” Landry asks, his tone deepening as he trails his fingers down her slender figure, allowing them to rest on her hips.

She opens her eyes slightly to look at him.

“You are impossible,” she says to him before closing her eyes again.

Landry laughs, his teeth sharp and glinting in the light, as he pulled his hand away from her leg so he can finish cleaning her wounds.

She refuses to admit how much she craves Landry, but he will make her see if it’s the last thing he does.

Jessie POV

In another palace, Landry’s sister Jessie, a gorgeous princess, has been hearing rumors of the Omega she-wolf her brother has brought home. This was something that Jessie has been waiting a long time for.

Landry has always been so busy with his Alpha duties and fighting in the war to concern himself with women. Despite how many women throw themselves at him daily, he never seems to notice them.

Actually, there was one she-wolf that Landry always seemed to concern himself with. That female Alpha of Sunset pack. Jessie had never met this Alpha, but the word around town is that this female Alpha looks more like a man than the other Alphas.

It was also known that the female Alpha was a fierce and strong fighter.

Not the type of woman that Jessie wants for her younger brother. He deserves a real lady, who will bake and wear dresses. He deserves a noble Omega she-wolf.

So, when word got around that Landry had brought home just that, Jessie was overjoyed.

Finally!

“I simply must see what the future Luna Queen looks like,” she tells her gossiping maids.

“They said he carried her in his arms!” a woman says.

“Oh, how romantic,” chimes in another.

“He refused to allow anyone near her,” says a third. “His guards reported that he carried the Omega she-wolf right into his bedroom and has not left her side.”

“Goodness!” Jessie cries. “This is very sudden, but I can’t say I’m not excited to hear of my brother’s new Omega. That settles it, I am going right now to meet her.”

Jessie looked out at her assembled maids and selected three to accompany her: the strongest one, to take care of her needs on the travel. The one that knows the best gossip, for all the information she could need. And one that looks most like her, just in case she needs a distraction.

Together, Jessie and the maids depart for Landry’s palace to meet the mysterious Omega her brother had brought home.